[ jayce looks up at the call of his name, a bit of relief from the dissociation needed to clean up his own blood bath. by this point he's trying to scrub the stains off the walls of the cargo bed with only a bit of success. the anomaly's mark and crimson residue is what remains crawling up the molded steel, and that just might have to do. thank god the bed itself is black.
serph has managed to get jayce to stare for a good, long while at him in silence. not even a breath is made, until jayce huffs out a snort that may amicably be saying screw you. a breath is finally taken for words, and he says: ]
Thanks. I think I'm . . . Rotting with charm.
[ what's he going to do, cry about it? he's done a lot of crying as is. he's alive, in some ways. he's going to make use of it. he doesn't have time to complain or wallow about it.
never talking about the experience again is the way to go for his own mental health. ]
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serph has managed to get jayce to stare for a good, long while at him in silence. not even a breath is made, until jayce huffs out a snort that may amicably be saying screw you. a breath is finally taken for words, and he says: ]
Thanks. I think I'm . . . Rotting with charm.
[ what's he going to do, cry about it? he's done a lot of crying as is. he's alive, in some ways. he's going to make use of it. he doesn't have time to complain or wallow about it.
never talking about the experience again is the way to go for his own mental health. ]